While on a extended train ride, Arthur dreams about Ariadne.
LOVE! FLUFF! SWEET!
This has been in my head for a while now and I wanted to get it all down.
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Where you hope this train will take you
~ Arthur could not help but agree... there was something definitely romantic about traveling by trains. Too bad he was stuck in a sleeping car with the Forger snoring in the bunk above him.
The Point Man's thoughts were dark as the train made its rhythmic clacking across the rails. The inky darkness outside was obscuring the beautiful landscape Cobb had promised them when he sold them on train travel.
The Extractor had gotten over his hatred of trains after the Fischer inception and wanted the Team to join him and his children for a two day long train ride that promised breathtaking views of the Swiss countryside.
Until night fell, the trip had been everything Cobb had promised. It was cozy in their cars and the children seemed entrained by the countryside and left the adults alone. The Architect had sat beside the Point Man for most of the trip. Interested in his reading to her the travel books he had gotten for the occasion. Telling her about the local history, as her camera snapped stunning mountain ranges.
Eames had stayed away from them, hitting on the helpless women in other cars. Leaving the Point Man and Architect alone. They had eaten meals together and it almost felt like a honeymoon.
A honeymoon with Cobb, his two young children and Mr. Eames.
It was when night rolled around, that there were problems. Arthur, had grand ideas for a comfortable sleeping arrangements of privet cars for each of them. He was not expecting the bunk beds in only three cabins. The space was small suffocating.
Cobb and James claiming one car and the Extractor appointing Phillipa, Ariadne's roommate for the trip. This regrettable arrangement left the Point Man with the Forger. A man who he not only didn't want to share the night with, but one who snored loudly and had questionable dreams that he talked through.
"Hey baby!" Eames said in his sleep before another loud snore made Arthur's head ache. "Shake it for me!" The Forger said in his sleep again. These were the most innocent of the Forger's sleeping cat calls.
How could this trip become any more insufferable?
He had wanted to share a cabin with the Architect. Perhaps an innocent mix up with the sleeping arrangements:
'Oh dear, Cobb's with the kids and Eames has passed out on the other bed, I guess were in the same cabin. We'll just have to make the best of it.'
The Point Man smiled to himself at how ludicrous it was. But it was still a nice fantasy. No bunk beds. Only a small, yet comfortable, bed just barley big enough for the both of them. Him promising he would be a gentleman, of course. But the bed would be so small she was forced to stay close to him. The rocking of the train making her fall asleep quickly in his arms. She would feel safe there, when she might wake up in the middle of the night:
'Oh? Can't sleep? It's alright. No, no of course you didn't wake me up. We can just lay here for awhile till you go back to sleep.'
The Forger's obnoxious snore tore through the Point Man's fantasy. One where he and the Architect were alone in a cozy bed. One where her hair smelled fresh and clean. Her night gown was far too skimpy for the cold weather outside and she had to be under the covers with him just to stay warm:
'No, I don't think that night dress is too short for a train ride through Switzerland. How could you know it would be so cold? Just stay in bed, with me. We can used each others body heat. Just to keep warm, of course. I won't try anything.'
He had to smile at that. His happy day dream ripped apart by another loud snore from Eames.
"Oh your a bad girl, Darling." He said. His deep sleep making him sound drunk.
The Point Man sat up. He would never be able to go to sleep like this. On missions he didn't mind the Forger and his offensive nocturnal noises. His sleep aided by the PASIV. It put him under so deeply that he was out before he even realized he was getting tired.
A thought occurred to him. A way for him to get to sleep and perhaps even have that privet time with the Architect he so craved.
The PASIV device was in Cobb's cabin. The Extractor keeping such a valuable device with him for once. It was a simple matter to enter Cobb's cabin. The little boy asleep on the top bunk, the Extractor on the bottom. Both of them making sleeping noises and didn't stir as the Point Man gracefully pulled the PASIV device out of overhead and retreated.
Arthur almost went back to his own cabin unseen. If the Architect had not had to make a late night visit to the bathroom, she never would have seen the Point Man sneaking in the shadows of the train.
Her curiosity peaked, she followed him.